Intellectual Inlove

As I grew, I learned from those years the only thing I enjoy and makes sense is books. The knowledge they contain, all the knowledge you can learn. So much, I just don't understand why others don't see it the same way. They always complain, make-up such rediculious excuses why that cannot read at the moment. But then they waste their time watching the television, no learning whatsoever. Just makes them mindless idiots, such trash they are existing as.

Even my family, just sitting infront of infernal compration. Wasting endless hours watching it, the different show eating away the brain. In school everybody just wastes time so they don't have to read nor do any work. It really gets on me, and pisses me off endlessly. Literature is filled with wonders, and everyone is just middless f***s. I hate all existence from such dispicable people. Its even worse when people can't read nor even write a word so easily.

The only place I can find anything that is even close to what I love, is the book-filled library. Where in all my time I spend reading the literature provided endless pages of words. One day I was forced to not go to where I love and was forced to go to the store with my illiterate mother. Their I met her, she actually appealed to me. She was the one sticking out, out of everything else standing, the only thing I notice. She was absolutely beautiful. As I walked down the isle in the store, non-caring who she was though she walked through the other way. As she walked by she tripped over her own feet, already I thought "Idiot, learn to walk."

Instead of speaking my mind, I gave out my hand and helped her up. I introdiced myself, and she told me her name, Saranah. I knew not what this name was, so I guess the parents just put something together. She seemed nice, and for some odd reason I felt right near her. We exchanged numbers, I also alerted her I am in the library more then I am home. As I told her, her face seemed surprised, which got on my nerves quickly.

After a two week time spread she had called me. We talked for hours endlessy. As we talked on the phone, I also read a book ofcourse. The conversations ended when she told me, she was dyslexic. I couldn't believe what I just heard. It pissed me off endlessy, I was making friends with what I hate the most in this fucked up world I exist in. I hung up on her and threw the phone across the room into the wall. It shattered as soon as it hit, and I was pissed.

I left my house and went to the library to clear my head of what I have just learned. I picked out a very large book I have not read yet and started it. But there was a problem, I couldn't stop thinking of Saranah. No matter how much I focused on the book, Saranah came to mind. So I threw that book down and grabbed yet another book. Once again Saranah came to my mind. I grew even more aggrivated. I hate her for what she is, but yet I am infatuated with her. I am utterly inlove, but I refuse to be. I curse her name and her own self, I want her to mean nothing to me. But she means so much, and I barely even know her.

I went home, in my Saranah filled mind. I couldn't think straight at all. My head hurt, and I could barely focus on any little detail. Now I even hate myself for falling for such trash that is existing. But now I see I am the trash for thinking how I used to. Now I do not hate the others for how they act. But yet I hate myself for how I act. I hate myself most in this world. I picked the phone up. I called Saranah, and asked her out

Reviews

[brianna vega]

i love this. reading is only one form of communication. some people are better with body language or visuals. I often misspell things on purpose or stress words with my emotions. Im happy you learned to judge yourself before judging others.